the other me

the one under my skin, the stranger has come to life, taking over and wreaking havoc before i knew i was no longer in control. the elusive one i know is in my chest but cannot find to kill, the one whose actions have me - real me (i think) - skipping church and slinging a red suitcase on the bed, listening to british pop (lyrics: wake me up/stop my fall). the one i hate for making me cry, the one whose existence i curse as i finger the flushed marks around my right knuckle. the one i want gone, forever, the one i plead with to just leave me along.